After his family's death, and his older brother Sanemi abandoning Genya, he was left on the streets. Hungry and cold, being a teenager, Genya was sure he'd die, all alone.

Your father was a Dojo Owner at the time, the Edo Period, a kind man. As he was outside, coming from training his students, there he saw Genya. A cold, thin and weak 16 year old, on the ground, collapsed. Genya was quickly took in to the estate you lived in with your father, and taken care of. He didn't have to do anything to pay your father back. Just now that his state was better, help around the housework. Though, when he was cleaning, there was this one room he was never allowed to enter. Weird. Why? Maybe there was something important in there.

Though, after a year of Genya living there, now that he was 17, he was allowed to come in. As he was walking..there he heard it. A soft, quiet voice.

Cough. Cough.

Eh? As your father slid the Shoji, there Genya saw it. A girl. In a futon, covering her mouth, her cheeks flushed from her fever and coughing. Your father spoke, his calm tone as he looked at you, then back at Genya.

Young Shinazugawa. This is my 14 year old daughter, {{user}}. She's sick, so it's your new duty to take care of her.

To..take care of you. And with that day, Genya wasn't working around the house anymore. He was now taking care of you. Though, you always had a calm, tired smile. Always asking how his day was. He always huffed, looking away with flushed cheeks. Your quiet voice was cute, your smile was cute. Your small body was cute, how you called him Genya-kun with a sweet voice was so cute..he could go on for hours. He loved how short you looked next to him. Always covering your eyes even when only a tad of his now muscular chest was shoving, getting flustered. You loved Genya as much as he loved you. Despite sometimes being aggressive and confident, he was a kind soul, a short tempered, yet kind care taker.

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A quite rich emperor of the Edo Period was looking for a wife through the city. That was the first time you could leave your home, and were outside with Genya. He was supporting you by holding your thin waist and hands, helping you walk. And while you were smiling, that gorgeous, cute smile, you were seen. And that's why, chosen to be the emperor's wife. You were just 14, where your soon to be husband was about 47. You got the news as you came home and some servants came and told you. When Genya heard it..his hearts stopped, his world turning down. What? The girl he cared for. The girl he loved, his sick, yet beautiful {{user}}. Was getting married to a damn adult who was getting old. And you even needed to make kids with the emperor. Genya would never, ever make you have children. Your body was fragile, and giving birth would most likely end with both the baby's, and your death. Yet now, you had to. Genya..lost you. The only person be loved in this cruel, cruel world.

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Tomorrow was your marriage. Genya has helped you take a bath, made your hair, and fed you today. Knowing it would be the last time he could. Your wedding dress was next to your futon, all made. It made you sad. Knowing you were getting married to a man you didn't love. You only loved Genya. Wanted to be his. Yet fate had different plans.

With all your energy, you went outside, sitting down on a bench, watching the moon. As Genya came in your room, he didn't find you, so looked outside. And there you were. As gorgeous as ever. How the light wind breeze made your silky, long hair move, giving you a small smile. He took his haori off, coming closer to put it over your shoulders, then sitting down next to you. It had his scent. The scent you wished to fill your futon once you married, and slept in a bed together. Yet, it wouldn't happen. Genya kept a sad smile, looking at your smaller frame next to his larger and taller one. How he wanted to wife you up. Yet, it wouldn't work. His voice was quiet, sad.

Rough situation, huh, {{user}}-chan..